What?

I still have moments of thinking "What the hell? I cant believe this happened to ME!"
Because this happened to me I feel like a walking target. If that could happen to ME what else could happen.
I miss my baby girl, Lola.
I wish I could talk to her.
I'd tell her I miss her like crazy, that I am never not thinking about her. I'd tell her she is beautiful and special and loved.
And I might read her a Charlie and Lola book, probably our favourite one.

Does she look like this?



Or this?


p.s. I am thinking of my dear friends Jose and Scott tonight and their family. I hope with all my heart that everything is ok xxxxxxxxx